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Title: In Remembrance of Ripper
Pairing: Harry/Ron
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Ron has a surprise planned for Harry.
Word Count: 411
Warnings: sexual content
Disclaimer: I don’t own. Property of J.K Rowling. For entertainment purposes only. Even if it only entertains myself.
Notes: Written for the Second Anonymous Ficlet Challenge at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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In Remembrance of Ripper
“Okay,” Ron said, dropping his hand from in front of Harry’s face. “Look!” Ron was nearly bouncing from excitement. He had kidnapped Harry right after Auror training for this surprise.
Ron’s smile dissolved into a frown as a look of terror came over Harry’s face.
“What’s wrong?”
Harry turned his gaze from the line of cages to stare at Ron. “What is this?”
“It’s a dog pound. We were talking about getting a pet. Aren’t these what Muggles own?”
“Well, yes, but Ron… dogs terrify me!”
“Harry, your Aunt taught that dog to be mean. We would train this one to be nice!” Ron finished, as though it was the simplest concept in the world.
Harry glared at him. “What if I told you we were going to get a tarantula as a pet, but it’s okay because we would teach him to not eat you in your sleep!”
“Too far, Harry!”
Just then, the door at the other end opened, and an employee came into the room, followed by a small dog on a leash. Ron watched, almost as if in slow motion, as the employee turned around to close the door, and the dog ran at Harry, extendable leash whirring out and tail wagging behind. Harry let out a high-pitched shriek, and leaped into Ron’s arms. His arms wrapped around Ron’s neck and his legs around Ron’s hips, as he twisted his upper body around to look down at the dog.
“Ron! Get it away!” Harry screamed.
“Harry! It’s just a dog! It just wants to play.” The dog was now jumping up at Harry, tail waiving furiously, and tongue flopped out to one side. Harry tightened his grip around Ron’s neck and scrambled to get higher. Ron wasn’t ashamed to admit that his body was taking a definite interest in his boyfriend’s movements.
“I’m so sorry,” the employee exclaimed, running over to snatch up the small dog.
“It’s okay,” Harry answered, then turned and added, “Ron, get me out of here. I want to go home.” Once he was sure the dog was locked away soundly, he slid down Ron’s body, rubbing against his erection as he went.
A look of lust crossed Ron’s face. “Oh, yeah, I’ll take you home.”
“Are you kidding?! You have a lot of groveling to do.” Harry looked around the corner for any wayward dogs before going any further. He turned and added with a smirk, “You can start on your knees.”
Pairing: Harry/Ron
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Ron has a surprise planned for Harry.
Word Count: 411
Warnings: sexual content
Disclaimer: I don’t own. Property of J.K Rowling. For entertainment purposes only. Even if it only entertains myself.
Notes: Written for the Second Anonymous Ficlet Challenge at
harry_and_ron . Go read them all!!In Remembrance of Ripper
“Okay,” Ron said, dropping his hand from in front of Harry’s face. “Look!” Ron was nearly bouncing from excitement. He had kidnapped Harry right after Auror training for this surprise.
Ron’s smile dissolved into a frown as a look of terror came over Harry’s face.
“What’s wrong?”
Harry turned his gaze from the line of cages to stare at Ron. “What is this?”
“It’s a dog pound. We were talking about getting a pet. Aren’t these what Muggles own?”
“Well, yes, but Ron… dogs terrify me!”
“Harry, your Aunt taught that dog to be mean. We would train this one to be nice!” Ron finished, as though it was the simplest concept in the world.
Harry glared at him. “What if I told you we were going to get a tarantula as a pet, but it’s okay because we would teach him to not eat you in your sleep!”
“Too far, Harry!”
Just then, the door at the other end opened, and an employee came into the room, followed by a small dog on a leash. Ron watched, almost as if in slow motion, as the employee turned around to close the door, and the dog ran at Harry, extendable leash whirring out and tail wagging behind. Harry let out a high-pitched shriek, and leaped into Ron’s arms. His arms wrapped around Ron’s neck and his legs around Ron’s hips, as he twisted his upper body around to look down at the dog.
“Ron! Get it away!” Harry screamed.
“Harry! It’s just a dog! It just wants to play.” The dog was now jumping up at Harry, tail waiving furiously, and tongue flopped out to one side. Harry tightened his grip around Ron’s neck and scrambled to get higher. Ron wasn’t ashamed to admit that his body was taking a definite interest in his boyfriend’s movements.
“I’m so sorry,” the employee exclaimed, running over to snatch up the small dog.
“It’s okay,” Harry answered, then turned and added, “Ron, get me out of here. I want to go home.” Once he was sure the dog was locked away soundly, he slid down Ron’s body, rubbing against his erection as he went.
A look of lust crossed Ron’s face. “Oh, yeah, I’ll take you home.”
“Are you kidding?! You have a lot of groveling to do.” Harry looked around the corner for any wayward dogs before going any further. He turned and added with a smirk, “You can start on your knees.”
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